Divorce Is Impossible
ld get a
n at four o'clock at Lewis
n her phone. Her grip on the device was so tight that her knu
of her three-year marriage to Julian Lewis.
to discuss the divorc
cating. Baylee had not met Julian in person even after they got
t scene a stark contrast to Baylee's inner turmoil. This w
rowd, searching for Linda W
the imminent end of her celibate marriage a
en. Baylee signaled the barten
bout her impending divorce; he
receiving any major orders recently. Withou
brandy, seeking s
cohol kicked in, causing h
t was well past their agreed meeting
phone rang-it wa
her end, sounding breathless. "My boss sprung a last-m
your work," Baylee respon
since I can't be there, I've arranged a little surprise for you. I
as to decline. "But... I'm not sure that
band of three years has barely acknowledged you, and now he wants a divorce out of th
ons churned as
f-pity surged
years and his sudden desire for divorce, she thou
r phone. The alcohol in her system lent her a
ice was triumphant. "
se, her movements a bit unsteady
, she approached the door. The room number blurred and danc
t on the sofa, h
re exuded
ance, he turned around,
dim light, trying to
ndsome face framed by deep, penetrating eyes and
aptivated by the sight, reinforcin
ch unexpected attention
not entirely new to him, so he
cohol, ignored his command and drew clo
wild side..." she murmured to J
ngly pecked his cheek. She playfully tapped his face, locking eyes w
und this proximity unusual. Surprisingly, he didn't p
tience had
grabbed an ice bucket, and doused her with its contents,
arity. As she gazed at the man before her
rinted in her mind, a shockin
unseen for three years, whom she